[The forceful retort drags a laugh that's almost entirely genuine out of Atlius—unfortunately, halfway through the second one, he's drawing in a hiss through his teeth and tightening his grip on Scott's hand. He is a dick, but one that's currently injured. Have mercy, child.]

Ah, don't make me laugh, [he manages to get out without wheezing. Thankfully the pause before he gets the answer he was looking for gives him time to steady himself again.]

Scott, [he repeats for good measure, if just to display his intent to remember.] Call me Altius.

[As tempting as it might be, he decides to forego any comments about his backside being unavailable at the moment. Rather, he gets to business:]

The wall directly behind you has an opening... wide enough to climb through. Turning left from there should point you in the direction of the responders close enough to hear. Tell them I'm trapped under the rubble... and it's cut into my leg.